Baby Girl has really gotten into the holidays/special events. She regularly throws us all birthday parties with a toy cake set and sings Happy Birthday to us, loved Halloween and talks about going trick-or-treating again, and gets excited over seeing Christmas trees. She’s even excited about Thanksgiving and has been bringing home crafts from preschool that she’s super proud of.
After doing all the baking and watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving last night, I got out some construction paper so the kids could make hand print turkeys. Baby Girl has already done quite a bit of hand print stuff at preschool, but Little Man has done nothing, and it won’t be long before gets too old to want to do hand print crafts.
The hand print turkey making went just fine, aside from Baby Girl repeatedly trying to reach over and color her brother’s turkey. When we finished up, BG wanted to go show hers to her daddy. She walked proudly into the kitchen with a huge smile on her face.
“Daddy, look what I did! Look at my chicken.” Wrong bird, BG, we aren’t deep frying any chickens this week — we’ll save those artery cloggers for the rest of the time.
“Oh, that’s beautiful!” Sam said. “Your turkey looks great.”
She gave him a look. “That not a turkey. It’s a chicken. It say ‘gobble-gobble.'”
“Chickens say ‘buck-buck-buck’ and turkeys says ‘gobble-gobble,” Sam told her.
“That MY chicken and it say ‘gobble-gobble.'”
We’ve learned that there’s no arguing with her (or teaching her) when she goes into “That MY ____” mode.
“Okay…that’s your chicken,” Sam said. “It’s beautiful!”
Happy Chicken Day, folks 😉